Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 24

Wendy made me a nutritious breakfast. I was halfway through my meal when Yvonne came bounding in. “Mom, you’re not going to work today,” she declared. “You have to stay home and play with me.”

I looked at her while spooning my gruel. “From now on, I will be going back to work,” I said. “But we’ll sign you up for some fun classes–you’ll have teachers and classmates to keep you company.”

Yvonne’s face paled at the mention of classes. In an instant, she was pointing at me, her voice rising to a wail. “I don’t want classes. You’re mean. I hate you. I’m telling Grandma.” She turned and ran toward the door to find her grandmother.

“Come back,” I commanded, my voice icy. “Go ahead–try telling on me.”

Yvonne’s face was still wet with crocodile tears. She turned to look at me, her eyes wide–almost like she was seeing me for the first time. And for just a second, I caught a flicker of fear.

with a cold stare. “Yvonne, I’m your mother. I brought you into this world.

you’d rather have a different mother, go ask your father. I won’t stand in your

closer, clutching my arm. “Mom, I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I won’t talk back again. And I won’t tattle to Grandma.

how, in my previous life, she’d still been taking Tracy’s side even when she was thirty years

my own worst enemy, dragging

fix it. All I wanted was to raise a child who might one day look at

on our kids. It encouraged us to offer support

for those of us who grew up in the 80s and 90s, caught between these new

temples, I nudged

had left the night before–love bites scattered down my neck and back. Back then, I would’ve covered every one, too shy to let

a single one. Why should I?